4 AS YOU LIKE IT 1.1.27
Oliver* Now, sir! what mate you here?
Orlando. Nothing: I am not taught to mate any thing.
Other. What mar you then, sir?
30 Orlando. Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that
which God made, a poor unworthy brother of yours,
with idleness,
Oliver. Marry, sir, be better employed, and be naught
awhile.
Orlando. Shall I keep your hogs and eat husks with
them? What prodigal portion have I spent, that I
should come to such penury?
Other. Know you where you are, sir?
Orlando. O, sir, very well: here in your orchard.
40 Oliver. Know you before whom, sir?
Orlando. Ay, better than him I am before knows me...
I know you are my eldest brother, and in the gentle
condition of blood you should so know me...The
courtesy of nations allows you my better, in that you
are the first-born, but the same tradition takes not away
my blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt us: I have
as much of my father in me as you, albeit I confess your
coming before me is nearer to his reverence.
Oliver. What, boy! \he strikes Mm
50 Orlando. Come, co'me, elder brother, you are too
young in this. \he takes him by the throat
Oliver. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?
Orlando. I am no villain: I am the youngest son of
Sir Rowland de Boys, he was my father, and he is thrice
a villain that says such a father begotvil!ains...Wertthou
not my brother, I would not take this hand from thy
throaty till this other had pulled out thy tongue for saying
so—thou hast railed on thyself. \Adam comes forward
Adam. Sweet masters, be patient. For your father's
60 remembrance, be at accord.